Addicted

It’s not alcohol –
it doesn’t depress me.
It’s not weed –
it doesn’t oppress me.

It’s no narcotics,
It’s nicotine-free,
Just pure antibiotics,
that reeks only glee.

I feel it — the joy,
and a triumphant smile,
like winning a toy,
unknowing all the while.

I’m ready to disclose –
the secrets unbound,
for never will I close.
Words heal every wound.